Day 3

We woke to the sounds and smell of frying bacon and moose sausages. No sense easing into the day we say -> W.F.O. straight into the gluttony.

We said our goodbye's to Ma and Pa and headed for South Brook. This morning we'd explore Robert's Arm, Triton, Brighton, etc.

We took the road to Port Anson and Miles Cove. We suspected that it wouldn't make a loop back but we didn't mind. Back tracking, we returned and stopped in Robert's Arm for some fuel. The pumps weren't open until 10:00 am but the nice lady turned them on early for us. It was getting quite hot at this point and we wanted to keep moving.

Next was a visit to the often-photographed Loch Ness. Like children, we all decided to "ride" Nessie and have our snap taken. We took Spencer's Road all the way to the Long Island ferry but didn't take the crossing, as we wanted to cover more ground elsewhere today. From there, we backtracked to pick up the main road again to head toward Triton.

We rode into Brighton and decided to have a little stretch. We climbed up the staircase to the gazebo overlooking the town and then continued upward to the wooden look off. Walking stairs in riding gear quickly zaps the life out of you so we had a spell and enjoyed the cool breeze.

It starting getting stinking hot at this point so we jumped back on the bikes and headed back toward the TCH. We stopped in South Brook for a quick drink and decided what to do for the rest of the day. We booked 'er for Grand Falls to stop into Lefty's to get a pizza - sadly they were closed. We didn't hang around too long and decided to head for Lewisporte and spend the night there so we'd be closer to Fogo Island for the next day. We stopped at the tourism booth on the TCH to ask them where the best spot to camp would be. Our choices were Notre Dame provincial park or Woolfrey's Pond campground directly in Lewisporte. It made sense to stay in the latter since the former is not close to places to buy supplies (beer, pepperoni and other non-registered food groups).

We got hosed on the price of the campground. They insisted that we pay for 5 individual camp sites since there were 5 of us. (Off the) Highway robbery at its finest! Oh well, it was getting late and pointless to go elsewhere. We headed back out to get some pops and grub for another late night! Rod broke out the short wave radio and found us a station of classic rock hits. All but Kelsow were overjoyed! An "unknown-indy-bands-from-PEI" station would only have 1 listener. :)

He could take no more and decided to hit the hay. It was then that the scheming ensued. "Lets get up tomorrow morning, and head to St. John's." Jim and Steve said. The others knew that would never fly with Kelsow. Still, it was fun to come up with a "sales tactic" on how to roll it out to him. We continued on into the early a.m. discussing how it would be pitched to him. These ideas all sound brilliant - how could he possibly not want to join us? We even came up with clever catchphrases such as "Forego Fogo".